Collin

“The voters, by themselves inconsiderable unities, acquire a value in the hands of dexterous agents.​ This value is realised by many means—mainly, by bribery in innumerable forms, from gifts of money and trifling articles, to the distribution of places in the services, the financial departments, and the administration.​ Little by little a class of electors has been formed which lives by the sale of votes to one or another of the political organisations.​”
― Mencius Moldbug, An Open Letter to Open-Minded Progressives

“So we believe that, ethically, a policeman’s crimes are no different from a street thug’s.​ Or do we?​ Not as far as I can tell.​ I think San Franciscans are much more likely to express fear and anger at the idea of a policeman committing lawless violence.​ Don’t you find this slightly odd?​ Which would you rather be hit over the head by: a policeman, or a mugger?​ I would rather not be hit over the head at all, thank you.”
― Mencius Moldbug, An Open Letter to Open-Minded Progressives

“Every choice you make will set you on a different path. I am hopeful that you will come to find the right path for you.” “How do I know?” “You won’t,” my mother had said. “But that is the beauty of life. It’s not the destination. We are all headed for the same destination,” she said, winking at me playfully, which I thought about later and thought was a little horrific, “but the journey is what matters.”
― D.K. Holmberg, Chords of Fate

“The Mesoamericans had a rain god named Tlaloc. Supposedly, they would sacrifice children to him by tearing out their hearts and engaging in cannibalism. It was popular in the 20th century to view these records as exaggerations of the Spanish and their aboriginal allies, a kind of historical propaganda, which is very common among conquerors. But then we started finding the bones. Little bones. Just like at Carthage.”
― David V. Stewart, Demon Ex Machina